Grief

You're just walking along, minding your own business when out of nowhere, Grief strikes.

And Grief is nothing like her brothers and sisters: Despair, Anxiety, Depression and Anger.

Grief is the Queen of the tribe, honey.

She backhands you so hard, you wake up every morning (if/when you are able to sleep) and within seconds the realization of your loss comes ebbing back into your consciousness and you are hit again. And again. And again.

And again.

Ms. Thing is out for blood and she really doesn't take any prisoners. No mercy.

Why do we Humans have to experience this horrible emotion?

I don't know. But my own recent dance with the Queen has forced me to review my life: my choices, my priorities, my relationships - all of them with family, friends and lovers with some awareness that each of us have grieved or are grieving, at some point.

Brought down to my knees. This time I submit to her power and the scream is released. The tears flow unstoppably. The pain feels unbearable.

But then, just like a forest razed to the ground by fire, it happens. A small green sprouting forces its way through the burnt earth. Life.

Life has it's own energy, similar to that of gravity, pulling us up and pushing us forward. And the vicious battle wounds begin to heal. The scars will remain. We'll never be the same. But we endure.